The volcano images stirred an imagination of the superabundant energies of the physical universe, to which the poem refers only in the trivial accidental analogy of an uncontained energy. The common reader has complained with wrinkled brow as to the unintelligibility of the opening lines. I suppose it had never occurred to me they are crabbed to the point of sheer opacity for anyone (i.e. everyone) who has not the memory of a certain moment in early comic cinema in which a breakfast order is being given at a diner: To start with the orange juice, toast and bacon, cornflake, eggs... we see weak coffee being then poured & c.

Yes Leigh, I hear you re. the figurative "adrenaline" -- I anthropomorphized those images too, instantly upon seeing them, the top one a stick man fleeing (or blown away by?) the high voltage blast, the lower one an electrified dancer seizing up in cartoon anger... but against such superior elemental rage, what use attempting to strike back?